Whew, it’s been a heckuva day. I got a call from the vet about Grizzy’s last test: he tested positive for exposure to coronavirus. Cue me freaking out thinking he’s going to die. Wait, cue me being very concerned, then going a quick Google search, and then being absolutely *positive* he was going to die. :p I swear, Google breeds Chicken Littles. (To add to things, last year a kitten of my mom’s died of what was most likely FIP, so naturally my mind went there, as that was my only, albeit brief, knowledge of FIP.)
Long story short, I am no longer freaking out. All other signs point to him being a healthy, fit kitty, so I’m going to focus on that. Feed him good food, weigh him once a week for a while, love him like crazy, and try and not let my mind go crazy with “What if’s.”
Now, what about Miss Sophie?
Ta-da! The little miss has taken to flopping down and rolling over to I can properly rub her belly. I love how she lays there with her feet hanging out all crazy like. And I LOVE those little foot-fur tufts! It never fails to make me squee when I see that on long-haired kitties.
It’s a good night. 🙂